Triple-nine heart in a featherweight frame
Little me chose it for speed and aim
Drawn to the steel, I slide on the seat
Skirt rides the wind, long hair on the beat
Target: Wangan—an endless line
Midnight bright like borrowed daytime
Over the bridge, my breathing locks to time—
WANGAN—Z.Q.Q. LIMITER, GO! (Hey!)
First gear—120—rev limit—SHIFT!
Second—180, Third—220—SHIFT—SHIFT! (Whoa-oh)
Fourth—260—rev limit—SHIFT! Fifth—299—digits freeze!
First—SHIFT! Second—SHIFT! Third—SHIFT!
Fourth—SHIFT! Fifth—HOLD! (299!)
Lights turn liquid; the world streams fine
Left foot clicks to 5, the dash reads 299
"Maybe there's 6?"—a whisper rides the line
Digits stay frozen; fear sparks—but my right stays wide
A truck cuts in—full brake, I brace
It won't stop; rear lifts—time thins its lace
Edge of impact—white flash floods my sight—
I jolt awake—soft morning starting light
WANGAN—Z.Q.Q. LIMITER, GO! (Hey!)
First—120—rev limit—SHIFT! / Second—180—SHIFT!
Third—220—SHIFT! / Fourth—260—rev limit—SHIFT!
Fifth—299—still frozen—"Is there 6?"—I breathe, keep it safe
